Chapter 3: A Silent Song
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More freaky wierd monolouges that come straight from lirpa's twisted psyche. Be afraid, be very afraid. ;) Just kidding. Enjoy, and, as always, I love feedback.
Mystic Circle (3/?)
Chapter 3: A Silent Song
by lirpa
I know you're wondering what a pretty girl like me is. It's simple, really. Pretty girl, looks sorta Greek. Do you know now? No, figures. People just don't know their mythology anymore. I'm a siren by the way.
In mythology sirens lured sailors to their deaths with song. We had a little island and we'd sing. The sailors would come and they'd crash their boats on the rocks and drown. They never even saw us. We had fun together, it was all a game to us. It seems to you like some sort of sick game with people's lives, I know. That's how it worked back then.
Life was simple back then. I wish it was simple now. But it's not, not anymore. Sometimes I wonder if there ever was a world without concrete and metal and buildings that reach flr the sky. I miss the natural world. I miss the sea and the sky. But what you want to know is what happened, they all want to know what happened.
*Flashback*
We were singing just like we had been for hundreds of years, trying to lure the warships to their doom. It was in a time where the world was still natural, although humans were beginning to change the world. I've researched that time since I've become a part of human society. As near a I can tell it was the war humans call the Crusades, or one or the Crusades.
WE did not sing so loudly as time went on, we could feel the human presence growing in the outside world, we feared it, my sisters and I. We did not sing at all the day the wearing their red crosses proudly came.
They landed in a cove, the waves were usually too choppy to land in that cove so we never checked it. But that's beyond the point. These men wearing crosseslande din the one cove on our entire island that wouldn't tear their boat to shreds. They marched inland, no doubt searching for food and fresh water. Instead they found us. They raped my sisters and I, set fire to ur homes, killed my sisters after they were done with them. How did I survive you ask? It's simple, really. They dragged me onto their wooden boat, away from everything I'd ever known. I could hear them speaking, in their guttural language.
"What are we gonna do with her?"
"What do you think we're gonna do, you idiot. We're gonna fuck her, that's what."
"What if the captain finds out?"
"The captain won't find out unless you tell him. Are you going to tell him?"
"No."
"I didn't think so. she'll be out secret."
I screamed then, loudly, but no one heard me. My loud captor shouted to me, "Scream all you like, bitch. No one can hear you, and if they could they wouldn't care." He laughed then. To this day I can't satnd to hear a man laugh.
The next port th ship put into I was gone. Losti n the city I wandered around for a few days 'til I finally made my way out of the city, into the desert.
After wonadering around for a few days in the desert I was captured by a sultan and became part of his harem for a few hundred years. When that got old, and the sultan actually began deamanding his rights, I left, heading west, for Rome.
I sold my body along the way to make enough money to continue my journey. When I finally got to Rome it was teh height of civilization, I hated it. I found work as a model, posing for various artists. when the Renaissance died I travelled even farther west, all the way west to the New World. I lived alone in the wilderness and I could almost pretend I was back on out island and my sisters were with me. Almost, but not quite.
Then the humans came, and with the predators of the night. I remember, quite clearly, my first meeting with him.
*Flashback*
"You could join us."
"And what? Kill humans every night?"
"We cannot kill anymore," he sounded almost sad.
"So?"
"We could protect you, be your family."
"What need to I have for family?"
"All creatures, even vampires need family."
"All right, on one condition."
he simply raised an eyebrow.
"I'm nobody's whore."
"I wouldn't dream of it , my dear."
*End Flashback*
I started out behind the scenes, a desk jockey, a paper pusher. That got borign though, I had been doing it for longer than most people work when I asked to become a diva.
*Flashback*
"So what are you saying?" he sounds amused.
"I'm tired of pushing paper."
"And I'm supposed to?"
"Get me into the WWF."
"I'll try, I can't guarantee anything."
"I understand."
*End Flashback*
Not longer after that I made my debut in what was then the WWF. Itw as graet, I'd never had so much fun in my life.
I still love it, and the fans they, well let's face it, tey love me. They love Trish Stratus. They don't knwo the siren Patricia and that suits me just fine. I am who I am, shaped by my less than perfect life into the perfect barbie. Let them think what they like, I don't care about humans. I'll forever see them as pathetic creatures thrashing about in the waters around out island, dying. And I'll laugh.
